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Sorry, I've had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you.
Diana Wynne Jones
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Diana Wynne Jones
Age: 76 †
Born: 1934
Born: August 16
Died: 2011
Died: March 26
Novelist
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
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London
England
Diana Gwyneth Jones
Enough
Something
Sophie
Howl
Sorry
Protect
Running
Away
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It does seem that a fantasy, working out in its own terms, stretching you beyond the normal concerns of your own life, gains you a peculiar charge of energy which inexplicably enriches you. At least, this is my ideal of a fantasy, and I am always trying to write it.
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Really, these wizards! You'd think no one had ever had a cold before! Well, what is it? she asked, hobbling through the bedroom door onto the filthy carpet. I'm dying of boredom, Howl said pathetically. Or maybe just dying.
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Don’t interrupt,’ one of the boys said. ‘He’ll lose his life.’ Seeing it was a matter of life and death, Sophie and Michael backed toward the door. But Howl, quite unperturbed at killing his nephew, strode over to the wall and pulled the boxes up by the roots.
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I don’t think I will get married,” Polly said as she stood up. “I’m going to train to be a hero instead.
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Things we are accustomed to regard as myth or fairy story are very much present in people's lives. Nice people behave like wicked stepmothers. Every day.
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But Sophie and Howl were holding one another's hand and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. Don't bother me know, said Howl. I only did it for the money. Liar!said Sophie. I said, Michael said, that Calcifer's come back! That did get Howl's attention and Sophie's too.
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Oh confound that gray-and-scarlet suit! Sophie said. I refuse to believe that I was the one that got caught with it!
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Oh! Polly thought. Why aren't all girls locked up by law the year they turn fifteen? They do such stupid things!
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I only want to catch you,” Michael explained. “I won’t hurt you.” “No! No!” the star crackled desperately. “That’s wrong! I’m supposed to die!” “But I could save you if you’d let me catch you,” Michael told it gently. “No!” cried the star. “I’d rather die!
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Go to bed, you fool, Calcifer said sleepily. You're drunk. Who, me? said Howl. I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober. He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.
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Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all.
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Theseus made unscrupulous use of Ariadne (whom he left on an island where Bacchus later found her-I always think that really meant she took to drink, poor girl).
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Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.
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And you're too nice, he added, above the lap-lap of the water and the patter of sand on the water-lily leaves. I was relying on you being too jealous to let that demon near the place.
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All these things that crib and cab in your brain, in your imagination, are in fact things that might well in later life drive you insane.
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...if the spell was off, I’d have my heart eaten before I could turn around.” “Don’t you want your heart eaten?” asked the fire. [...] “Naturally I don’t,” Sophie answered.
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